Church St. - The Nutty Professor lyrics

[Verse 1: Church St] I'm out of this world on my Kakarot sh** You corny as f** on some Macklemore sh** I met you one time and I promise you girl, you will never be invited back to my crib Cause b**hes see treasure, go packing their ships All around town, smacking they lips So I can get robbed and be back in the six? No baby girl, you imagining sh** I will leave a surprise where your welcome mat is No mask at all, I get back in the whip I'm a bad little kid I get my juice, pour some Actavis in I'm really too cool to be rapping and sh** I hate when they ask what my strategy is I do notes on my phone then go back to the pen Then go look at my notes, and I'm at it again [Church St. mumbling:] Yeah (9x) [Verse 2: Church St] This weed is so sticky, I can't let it go (NO) I can't put it down I'm from Atlanta, the 2- for-the-1, so if you charging more then you ain't from around Get away from me now (Yep) And Mia just told me these girls, they keep taking my sound I posted a link, gotta take the sh** down If b**hes is copy and pasting the style (damn) Word to my people, I'm making the tape, and I'm making it now I can say it out loud, I'm creative and proud That body of work, yeah I made it my child I don't believe in ghost I write my own sh** and I sing my own notes, I'm not playing around They tell me they wanna come see me, I tell em I ain't been in town [Church St. mumbling:] Yeah (9x)